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What is thy name, young man?

ORL. Orlando, my liege; the youngest fon of Sir, Rowland de Bois.

DUKE F. I would, thou hadst been fon to fome man elfe.

The world esteem'd thy father honourable,

But I did find him ftill mine enemy :

Thou shouldst have better pleas'd me with this deed,
Hadft thou defcended from another house.

But fare thee well; thou art a gallant youth;

I would, thou hadft told me of another father.

[Exeunt Duke FRED. Train, and LE BEAU.

CEL. Were I my father, coz, would I do this?
ORL. I am more proud to be fir Rowland's fon,
His youngest fon ;-and would not change that calling,
To be adopted heir to Frederick.

Ros. My father lov'd fir Rowland as his foul,
And all the world was of my father's mind:
Had I before known this young man his fon,
I fhould have given him tears unto entreaties,
Ere he fhould thus have ventur❜d.

CEL. Gentle coufin,

Let us go thank him, and encourage him:
My father's rough and envious disposition
Sticks me at heart. Sir, you have well deferv'd:
If you do keep your promifes in love,

But justly, as you have exceeded promise,

Your mistress fhall be happy.

Ros. Gentleman,

[Giving him a chain from her neck.

Wear this for me; one out of fuits with fortune;

That could give more, but that her hand lacks means.. Shall we go, coz?

CEL. Ay-Fare you well, fair gentleman.

ORI. Can I not fay, I thank you? My better parts Are all thrown down; and that which here ftands up, Is but a quintain, a mere lifeless block.

Ros. He calls us back: My pride fell with my for

tunes :

I'll ask him what he would :-Did you call, fir ?—
Sir, you have wrestled well, and overthrown

More than your enemies.

CEL. Will you go, coz?

Ros. Have with you :-Fare you well.

[Exeunt ROSALIND and CELIA.

ORL. What paffion hangs these weights upon my tongue ?

I cannot speak to her, yet fhe urg'd conference.

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Re-enter LE BEAU.

Orlando! thou art overthrown;
Or Charles, or fomething weaker, masters thee.
LE BEAU. Good fir, I do in friendship counsel you
To leave this place: Albeit you have deferv'd
High commendation, true applause, and love;
Yet fuch is now the duke's condition,

That he mifconftrues all that you have done.
The duke is humorous; what he is, indeed,
More fuits you to conceive, than me to speak of.

ORL. I thank you, fir: and, pray you, tell me this;
Which of the two was daughter of the duke
That here was at the wrestling?

LE BEAU. Neither his daughter, if we judge by man

ners;

But yet, indeed, the shorter is his daughter:
The other is daughter to the banish'd duke,
And here detain'd by her ufurping uncle,
To keep his daughter company; whose loves

Are dearer than the natural bond of fifters.
But I can tell you, that of late this duke
Hath ta'en displeasure 'gainst his gentle niece;
Grounded upon no other argument,

But that the people praise her for her virtues,
And pity her for her good father's fake;
And, on my life, his malice 'gainst the lady
Will fuddenly break forth.-Sir, fare you well;
Hereafter, in a better world than this,

I fhall defire more love and knowledge of you.
ORL. I reft much bounden to you: fare you well!
[Exit LE BEAU.

Thus muft I from the fmoke into the fmother ;
From tyrant duke, untó a tyrant brother :-
But heavenly Rosalind!

SCENE III. A Room in the Palace.

Enter CELIA and ROSALIND.

[Exit.

CEL. Why, coufin; why, Rosalind ;-Cupid have mercy! Not a word?

Ros. Not one to throw at a dog.

CEL. No, thy words are too precious to be cast away upon curs, throw fome of them at me; come, lame me with reafons.

Ros. Then there were two coufins laid up; when the one should be lamed with reafons, and the other mad without any.

CEL. But is all this for your father?

Ros. No, fome of it is for my child's father: O, how full of briars is this working-day world!

CEL. They are but burs, coufin, thrown upon thee in holyday foolery; if we walk not in the trodden paths, our very petticoats will catch them.

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Ros. I could fhake them off my coat; thefe burs are

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Ros. I would try; if I could cry hem, and have him. CEL. Come, come, wrestle with thy affections.

Ros. O, they take the part of a better wrestler than myself.

CEL. O, a good wish upon you! you will try in time, in despite of a fall.-But, turning these jests out of service, let us talk in good earnest: Is it poffible, on such a fudden, you should fall into fo ftrong a liking with old fir Rowland's youngest son?

Ros. The duke my father lov'd his father dearly.

CEL. Doth it therefore enfue, that you should love his fon dearly? By this kind of chase, I fhould hate him, for my father hated his father dearly; yet I hate not Or

lando.

Ros. No 'faith, hate him not, for my fake.

CEL. Why fhould I not? doth he not deserve well? Ros. Let me love him for that; and do you love him, because I do :-Look, here comes the duke.

CEL. With his eyes full of

Enter Duke FREDERICK, with Lords.

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Within these ten days if that thou be'ft found

So near our publick court as twenty miles,
Thou dieft for it.

Ros. I do befeech your grace,

Let me the knowledge of my fault bear with me:
If with myself I hold intelligence,

Or have acquaintance with mine own defires;
If that I do not dream, or be not frantick,
(As I do truft I am not,) then, dear uncle,
Never, fo much as in a thought unborn,
Did I offend your highness.

DUKE F. Thus do all traitors;

If their purgation did consist in words,
They are as innocent as grace itself:-
Let it fuffice thee, that I trust thee not.

Ros. Yet your miftruft cannot make me a traitor:
Tell me, whereon the likelihood depends.

DUKE F. Thou art thy father's daughter, there's enough.
Ros. So was I, when your highness took his dukedom;
So was I, when your highness banish'd him :
Treason is not inherited, my lord;

Or, if we did derive it from our friends,
What's that to me? my father was no traitor :
Then, good my liege, mistake me not fo much,
To think my poverty is treacherous.

GEL. Dear fovereign, hear me fpeak.
DUKE F. Ay, Celia; we stay'd her for
your fake,
Elfe had fhe with her father rang'd along.
CEL. I did not then entreat to have her stay,
It was your pleasure, and your own remorfe;
I was too young that time to value her,
But now I know her: if the be a traitor,
Why fo am I; we ftill have flept together,
Rofe at an inftant, learn'd, play'd, eat together;
And wherefoe'er we went, like Juno's fwans,
Still we went coupled, and infeparable.

DUKE F. She is too fubtle for thee; and her smooth

Her very filence, and her patience,

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Speak to the people, and they pity her.

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